A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. Edward Fitzgerald
A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come. Dante Alighieri
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. David Herbert Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
